For the narrator of Nausea, Antoine Roquentin, a failed historian, the horroris everywhere—so much so that everything surrounding him can producea queasy sense of nausea. Physical objects leave him disgusted. “Everyexisting thing is born without reason,” he laments, “prolongs itself out ofweakness and dies by chance.”... To read more, click here

The essence of this horror is not the disgusting nature of the cockroach, but rather our narrator’s realization that she shares an affinity with the creature. “I’d looked at the living roach and was discovering inside it the identity of my deepest life.” The realization cuts even deeper—G.H. discovers her basic oneness with the entire universe. ....

It's easy to laugh at Edvard Brandes, the Danish critic, who jumped up in the midst of reading Hunger and “ran like crazy to the post office” to mail Hamsun ten kroner—he was certain, from reading the book, that its author must be starving.But you will have a similar reaction....To read more, click here

Publication Date: February 29, 2016

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